The main building of the Luo family, the physiotherapy room.
Luo Zhan was wearing loose and soft dark blue physiotherapy clothes, lying prone on the leather physiotherapy bed in the physiotherapy room.
Luo Zhan's physiotherapy clothes were long trousers and a short-sleeved top, and the part from the elbow down was exposed to the air. His complexion was a cool-toned white, which made the bruises and bruises on his exposed arms even more eye-catching.
Beside the physiotherapy bed, a spirited old man in his fifties or sixties wrung out the cotton towel soaked in concoction in his hand and dusted it in the air.
Luo Zhan, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed, frowned slightly and turned his head to the other side: "What is added to this medicinal soup?"
The old physiotherapist laughed: "Do you think it smells bad?"
"The smell must be unbearable."
"That's weird," the old physiotherapist said jokingly, "our young master can even carry the Luo family's family methods, how can the taste of a medicinal soup be unbearable?"
When Luo Zhan heard the words, he paused, "That's a family law that was imposed for refusing marriage, but now it's being put up in vain."
"Oh? If the conditions are the same, then the young master can let this taste go?"
While talking to Luo Zhan to distract Luo Zhan's attention, the old physiotherapist put a still hot cotton towel on Luo Zhan's right arm and slowly massaged it.
No matter how light the force is, it is still an injury, not to mention that if you want to rub the subcutaneous congestion, too light force will not help - the old physiotherapist's strong muscles and rough hands pressed it up through the cotton towel soaked in medicine, Luo Zhan's eyebrows It was already wrinkled along the pain instinct.
Taking a breath of cold air, Luo Zhan leaned on the low pillow on the physiotherapy bed, and curled the corners of his lower lips lazily: "If the conditions are changed to the same, don't tell me to endure this smell, just let me drink it dry. ."
The old physiotherapist was stunned for a moment, and his strength was lost.
"… tsk."
Luo Zhan was pressed to the sore spot, gritted his teeth and suppressed his groan, but his body couldn't restrain his instinct to shiver.
When the nervous system "kidnapped" by that moment of pain returned to normal operation, Luo Zhan laughed angrily and turned to look at the old physical therapist—
"The Luo family's family method is actually two sets, right? The first set is to be beaten by my grandfather, and the second set is to send you here for physiotherapy?"
"I'm sorry, young master, you are old and your hands are unstable." The old physiotherapist smiled kindly, lowered his head and continued to massage Luo Zhan's bruised position, "In order not to marry the Tang family and suffer so much, the young master is How much do you dislike her?"
Luo Zhan lay back: "I didn't suffer because of her."
"What is that sacred for?"
"..." Luo Zhan lowered his eyes, and at a certain moment the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, "Secret."
The old physiotherapist smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll wait to see the person who made the Luo family's house into a mess before entering the Luo family's house, and even made us slap us from childhood to a big slap. The young master was beaten into such a powerful young lady."
Luo Zhan sneered softly, but did not refute.
Shortly after the massage continued here, the door of the physiotherapy room was knocked.
The servant at home came in with the phone and stopped by the physiotherapy bed: "Little Master, I'm looking for your phone."
Luo Zhan closed his eyes and frowned, without looking back: "Whose?"
The servant hesitated: "Eldest young master's."
Luo Zhan paused and opened his eyes: "Hang up."
maid:"?"
Luo Zhan sneered: "I must have heard the news and called to gloat."
"… "
The servant looked at the old physiotherapist for help.
The old physiotherapist stopped, picked up a clean towel and wiped his hands, then took the call from the servant: "Okay, you go out first."
"Hey."
When the servant left, the old physiotherapist put the phone next to Luo Zhan and said helplessly, "It's because the two of you are always like this that so many people outside the family feel that your brothers are against the wall."
Luo Zhan snorted softly: "Isn't it true?"
After picking up the phone, Luo Zhan frowned and sat up from the physiotherapy bed.
Leaning back against the wall, Luo Zhan raised the phone to his ear and said lazily, "Is something wrong, Young Master Luo?"
Luo Xiu said in a gentle voice across the phone: "I have already received your care. I heard that you suffered from family law, so I came to care for you specially."
Luo Zhan frowned: "My care?" He thought for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Ah, you mean that..."
"Originally, I couldn't connect with your network. You worked hard to stumble me."
"I've already lost my bet, and you can't win so that I have a chance to draw." Luo Zhan lowered his eyes, his expression lazy and happy, "I still have acquaintances in your place, and I need them to take care of you. The career is not difficult. You are welcome, brother."
"You're welcome, it's a courtesy." Luo Xiu's tone was still flat, neither angry nor dry, "As soon as I heard about your house-to-house law, I immediately prepared a gift for you."
"… "
Luo Zhan's expression was slightly stagnant.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
The door of the physiotherapy room suddenly knocked again at this moment.
Luo Zhan looked up.
With Luo Xiu's words, he now has a bad premonition in his heart...
Before Luo Zhan could even figure out the possible source of this premonition, the door of the physiotherapy room had been pushed open by the servant, and the voice from outside the door came in anxiously—
"Little Master, Mr. and Mrs. have returned to China!"
Luo Zhan froze on the physiotherapy bed.
Luo Xiu didn't know if he heard the servant's call in the air, but at this time he smiled gently on the phone: "Ah, it seems that the gift has arrived?"
Luo Zhan woke up and gritted his teeth slightly: "Did you tell them about this?"
"I said, it's a courtesy." Luo Xiu's voice was calm and calm, "You're welcome, brother."
"… "
Luo Zhan no longer cares about breaking up with Luo Xiu—
A dark shadow suddenly appeared at the door, and then rushed up crying in the next second:
"My poor son!"
"boom."
Luo Zhan was smashed and leaned against the wall, and the pain on his back suddenly flared up.
The pain in his head was blank for a few seconds, and when he slowly recovered, Luo Zhan ignored the woman who was crying pear blossoms and rained on him, and raised his eyes to the door of the physiotherapy room with gritted teeth—
There stood a man who looked like a fifth of him and had a calm expression.
Luo Zhan said bitterly, "Take your wife away from me."
The man was unmoved: "That's your mother."
"Take that too."
"I didn't teach you when I was a child, I did my own thing by myself."
"… "
Luo Zhan's expression was blank.
After holding it for more than ten seconds, seeing that the woman crying on him showed no sign of "closing the gate", Luo Zhan couldn't bear it anymore and lowered his head: "Mom, can you get up and cry?"
"Woooooooo my poor son!" The woman was unmoved.
Luo Zhan's forehead jumped: "Am I pitiful?"
"It's been beaten like this by your cruel grandfather, how can you not be pitiful!? Woo woo woo Luo Qingtang, you bastard, your son has been beaten like this, you still don't tell me woo woo..."
"Dog thing" stood by the door and raised his eyebrows.
Luo Zhan hurriedly gave a thankful glance, although he was not spared, and pressed his gaze back: "Since I am so pitiful, shouldn't it be time for you to 'revenge' me?"
"!"
Bi Qingyan raised her head: "Son, say, how do you want your mother to avenge you!"
Luo Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't show anything on his face. He only raised his arm, revealing the bruises on it: "My grandpa can beat it."
Bi Qingyan: "?"
Luo Zhan: "He should be in the study now."
Bi Qingyan was silent for a few seconds, then stood up straight. The tears she held back for a second were wiped away by herself: "Understood. Son, wait for Mom to help you with the theory!"
"… "
Luo Zhan watched with relief as the woman turned and left.
When the sound of Bi Qingyan's high-heeled shoes was far from the hearing range, Luo Zhan's expression relaxed.
He lifted his eyelids listlessly and looked at the man by the door: "Aren't you going to cheer her on?"
Luo Qingtang calmly turned his gaze back: "Don't you know her fighting power very well?"
Luo Zhan's forehead jumped again: "... Now that you know, you should stop her from coming back."
Luo Qingtang stared at his son lightly: "You know that I can't stop it, you should consider all the consequences before doing this kind of thing."
Luo Zhan: "… "
Luo Qingtang was slightly better in the debate with his younger son, and he was not proud. He walked to the physiotherapy bed with that calm expression.
He lifted the corner of Luo Zhan's shirt, and glanced at the shocking bruises on the young man's muscular waist and abdomen.
Luo Qingtang had a rare expression. He frowned and raised his eyes while holding Luo Zhan's shirt: "Did you greet all the ancestors of the Luo family?"
Luo Zhan: "… "
Luo Zhan: "Am I sick?"
"If you can let yourself be beaten to such an extent, I think you are very sick."
Luo Zhan: "..."
Luo Qingtang: "Since you didn't do such a rebellious thing, how could you be beaten like this?"
Luo Zhan tugged back the corner of his clothes carelessly, turned sideways and got off the physiotherapy bed, and said lazily, "It's a trick for the Tang family to see. If not, how can I get out?"
"You didn't get into the condom at the beginning, why do you need to get out?"
"...I've been in." Luo Zhan put on his slippers and walked out the door, pressing his stiff shoulders lightly.
Luo Qingtang frowned lightly: "You? You took the initiative to get into the Tang family's trap?"
"Um."
"why?"
"..." Luo Zhan said nothing.
Luo Qingtang was silent for a few seconds, and there was a subtle change in his expression: "Is what Luo Xiu said true?"
"What did he say?" Luo Zhan frowned and turned back. Thinking of the embarrassing and painful scene he experienced just now, he now has a feeling of gnashing his teeth when he hears the name.
Luo Qingtang: "He said you were probably in love."
Luo Zhan: "… "
Luo Zhan's eyes fluttered and he looked away. He walked out of the physiotherapy room with his slippers on, his tone was laziness: "Listen to his nonsense."
"Really?" The voice behind him followed.
"No."
"Then why did you fall into the Tang family's trap and suffer from such a family law?"
"...It's none of your business. You'd better wait for my mother to finish crying, and take her back immediately."
After Luo Zhan finished speaking, there was no sound behind him. He took two steps out, still a little uneasy in his heart.
Luo Zhan stopped slowly, frowned and turned back: "Aren't you going yet?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he crashed into Luo Qingtang's perceptive eyes.
The man who was five points similar to him smiled very rarely: "Whose girl is it?"
Luo Zhan: "… "
Luo Zhan ruffled his hair impatiently: "I said no—"
"Little Master."
On the stairs behind Luo Zhan, the servant who came up stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked at Luo Zhan standing at the entrance of the stairs in surprise.
Luo Zhan looked back, his eyes cold: "What's wrong?"
Servant: "The young lady from the Tang family came suddenly today. The young master didn't tell you in advance—if she comes, let us inform you first."
Luo Zhan: "..."